Ma' I Got A Family (A Gangsta Grillz Special Edition) Album Lyrics by Young Boy Never Broke Again

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Pop Out

A'ight, before we begin
Baby, you know the rules
No phones, don't talk about shit we do in the bedroom
'Cause, ma', you know I got a family
Matter fact, just eat this dick, call me Jeffery Dahmer
Hahaha, YoungBoy, y'all ready? (Gangsta Grillz)
Um, Jason, we here bro, yeah
Fall, mm, know what I'm sayin'
Lost friends, yeah (808 Mafia)

From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', said, "I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now (DJ Drama)
Oh, oh, oh
Got a text and it ain't low (Oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (Oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (Oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a hoe (Oh, oh, YB, have at it)

Pop out, yeah, yeah
All these bitches bad with me and they all tens
And they have their way if they want, they f*ck me together
And they know I'll do it, I'll tell 'em, "Just be careful"
They know (Brrt, brrt)
Switch on back bro, Glock, my nigga, we don't f*ck with cops (Yeah)
He got dropped, pick up your nigga, what we tell the opps
We wet up blocks, they know we let off shots
Look like they not, but I know that they hurtin'
Yeah, bitch know I ain't playin' for, yeah
Bitches ain't deserve it, spend my everyday time workin'
I got Cartiers on, YoungBoy Steve Urkle
She know I ain't perfect
She just love the way I work it and I love her ass, yeah
Can't dirt it, heard how you try to swerve it
But I ain't no Swiffer than that .30, he crash
I am not to worry, not nervous
These are no Steph Currys, I step with 'em and they both fall

From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', said, "I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now
Oh, oh, oh
Got a text and it ain't low (Oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (Oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (Oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a hoe (Oh, oh)

(Gangsta Grillz)
A'ight listen up
I need everybody to take their cell phones out and put your light on
Light this bitch up
I want to welcome you all to history in the makin'
Oh, yeah
Y'all niggas didn't see this comin'
YB, DJ Drama
C'mon, ma'
You know I got a family

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Rain

(Drum Dummie)

Can you tell me if it's storming
Don't wan' be wrong by askin' you to go
Tell me if it's rainin', I don't wanna look outside my window

Please, please don't please me
Leave, please just leave me (Just leave)

Leave me to be by myself, I could be sad all alone
Guess I'm just another broken song
I been workin' professor of the knowledge
By time, I increase
This is special, you bought a new body but ain't excitin' me
Prayers go to the sky from off my heart off top my knees
What you sow and did you reap
Take a picture with no cheese
Ain't two ways, no money in my hand, or no smile on top of me
I just want to get the f*ck from out the streets
I ain't weak, but beat
If my life was on the line, would it be the same?
I'm the same way that I came, never change
Watchin' my life go down the drain
Do you see a piece of your life inside this pain?
Surely one more time, explain
This a two-hundred-thousand stain

Can you tell me if it's storming
Don't wan' be wrong by askin' you to go
Tell me if it's rainin', I don't wanna look outside my window

Stay down, that's what I'm missed for
And this ain't right, somethin' else ain't addin' up
I told 'em all about my pain, been maneuverin' through the game
But, after all, they still down us and drag us
My aunty got a tumour, my uncle, he just coolin'
My brother Jaz just crosses away, stickin' to his music
Tell my daddy that I'm fine
See survival in my eyes
Me and Montana got to lie, tell 'em go update the file, we on top

Can you tell me if it's storming
Don't wan' be wrong by askin' you to go
Tell me if it's rainin', I don't wanna look outside my window

Please, please don't please me
Leave, please just leave me (Gangsta Grillz)

I mean, how you gon' leave me on a rainy day?
You not even gon' let the sun come out first?
You got it

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Sedated

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago)
Run and bring me that smoke while this recordin' track on
(Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?)
I got some Theraflu in here with me
Uh, ma', mhm-mhm-mhm
I'm off a Jigaboo
Yeah, my older brother Jigaboo
I don't really, I don't story
(DJ Drama)

Molly capsule
Molly on my guns, call me Buda Baby
Young nigga dressed in Saint Laurent
Like my big brother, we'll always kill each other, baby
That's crazy
Come get sedated, yeah, that's my baby
I jump for you, crazy, yeah
That my ol' lady, with her, I got two babies
I'm a Buda Baby
Molly, she gon' boot up with me, yeah

Slime, tick-tick, this my time
L shit, I blow his mind
Check how hot my Lamb' run
From out the window slang my iron
I don't get paid, then I'll be dammed, son
Somebody might get robbed tonight
Not make it back inside tonight
Mom dukes gon' lose her child tonight
Bae, the police don't know how many stories I got, safe fire
4KTrey, I bang, and I live where nobody safe now
I'm a rich as nigga, I don't need hype, yeah
I ain't got to stop the rhythm with it Jason, f*ck it

Molly capsule (Uh)
Molly on my guns, call me Buda Baby
Young nigga dressed in Saint Laurent
Like my big brother, we'll always kill each other, baby
That's crazy
Come get sedated, yeah, that's my baby
I jump for you, crazy, yeah
That my ol' lady, with her, I got two babies
I'm a Buda Baby
Molly, she gon' boot up with me, yeah

Out of all these drugs I ado, you're definitely the most addictive
You're supposed to be my upper, all you do is bring me down
Now how the hell I'm 'posed to kick this off?

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Get Right (Ma I Got A Family)

(NeilaWorld)
Alright, mm

Tell me what it is (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh), tell me what you like (Ooh)
Plain Jane Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice
Emotional controller, she know who is I
F*ckin' her good so long through the night
Smackin' her ass, like, "Bitch, get right" (Uh, right)

Strapped up bad, won't take my life
Shawty want Chanel, we come packin' that bitch
Dirty ass law, I ain't read my rights (Baow, baow)
Probably what's wrong with this
Nighttime fall, I send a blitz (Brrt)
Bullets rain on 'em (Bah)
Real grave digger, pallbearer, that's it
They got my name branded

Ayy, start that back (Yeah)
Ayy, reach me that- Reach me that fork from over there
Ayy, lock that door (Gangsta Grillz)
Ayy, just tell Three I said, "Come to the back" (That's normal, that's normal)

But the situation was a knot (Knot), whole time I was feelin' her (Feelin' her)
I ain't have no intentions, I'm thuggin' the bitch
I was ready to flex, do my shit with her
Hold on, but she was f*ckin' caught up
She know that's YoungBoy boy (YoungBoy boy)
And that's that Lil Top brother (That his brother)
You ready? Now start the story, cut the heart

Tell me what it is (Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh), tell me what you like (Ooh)
Plain Jane Patek, it's two-tone, barely wearin' ice
Emotional controller, she know who is I
F*ckin' her good so long through the night
Smackin' her ass, like, "Bitch, get right" (Uh, right)

Yeah, yeah, f*ckin' all long through the night, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like, just get it right
Get it right
(Gangsta Grillz)

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Right Now

(Pipe this shit up TnT)
After this, I don't wanna hear no conversation about who the G.O.A.T. is (Uh, uh)
I'm Dram' Brady, countless championship rings on these fingers (Go)
Jus' hold up
Bitch, I (Baow, baow)
You already know where I come from
You already know how I'm comin' when I do it (Woo-woo)
You hear me? (Ah)
Believe that

I might pull up with a hundred girls with me right now
I'm walkin' with my niggas from the curb with me right now
I party with expensive diamonds on, I be iced out
She won't let me down for night out
Through it all only thing I could see is you
Only thing I see you, and I know you see me (You)
I'ma ball for the rest of my life, you the only thing I need (You)
All the drug dealers want her, oh
I just hate that I can't own her

I'm in love with that girl, that's a violation
Where I'm from ain't no love, we do no relations
House arrest, she been with me that's my lil' baby (My lil' baby)
Try to act like I didn't, know I drove her crazy
She know I'm a real spill, fly nigga (Brr)
Come and price out me (Brr)
I just like the way she vibe with me
Got to keep her on side of me
Three million dollars in jewelry inside of the bag, this is a whole 'nother level
I'm puttin' in rotation, meet thirty new hoes
'Fore I turned 24 had me thirty new bezels
They book me, I walk in the venue with steppers
Same clique from the start, and they got me forever
She done posted up with me and all of my niggas
Slept in the house with me with most them hitters

I want you to be mine
And no one danger in sight
In my mind, I'll never (I'll never)
I love you to no limit, yeah
You know I get it lit, no doubt

I might pull up with a hundred girls with me right now (Yeah)
I'm walkin' with my niggas from the curb with me right now
I party with expensive diamonds on, I be iced out
She won't let me down for night out
Through it all only thing I could see is you
Only thing I see you, and I know you see me (You)
I'ma ball for the rest of my life, you the only thing I need (You)
All the drug dealers want her, oh
I just hate that I can't own her

I ain't borrowin', then disown her
I been feelin' high, no lie, and since I laid eyes on her
Feelin' on her body, she know that I be her lover (Mhm-mhm)
I give her a ten and go spend it
I give her a lot of blue benji's
She been with a nigga, Inside of my head, I thought," How could not spoil her?" (How could I not spoil her?)
I'ma flood her with racks when she come in and leavin', now that it's in order (I got it in order)
The way you rock that, take it, a new Bentley, Scat Pack, I don't charge her
They gon' spend on Daytona, that ice, got it on me
I'm born in Antarctica (What? What?)
Millions on millions of dollars
I'm workin' through problems, bitch write up your article
Tell 'em 'bout how I bought her and her friend Chanel
Totin' on big long sticks, they kill
Kick, standin' on that shit I feel
I can stuff 'bout like one-thirty inside of my jeans
Got a lot of girls comin' and leaving with me

I might pull up with a hundred girls with me right now (Yeah)
I'm walkin' with my niggas from the curb with me right now
I party with expensive diamonds on, I be iced out
She won't let me down for night out
Through it all only thing I could see is you (You)
Only thing I see you, and I know you see me (You)
I'ma ball for the rest of my life, you the only thing I need (You)
All the drug dealers want her, oh
I just hate that I can't own her

I must admit
I got a lot of strengths
But I got a few weaknesses
It's her, and her

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McQueen

Alexander McQueen scarf
Make it look like that I'm here from London
I o-o-o, look

I only want new edition, VVS diamonds, I flood out my pendant
I stack up that money, I get it
From the bottom, I'm comin', I'm straight out them trenches
She want me to buy her Cartier, feelin' like I had a wrong start
Hard body, got that MAC still, that's why I'm fitted in Chrome Hearts
Rich and it's makin' me feel loved, thinkin' she safe
She wanna stay with me, but she don't
I got it, you want it, just say what you need
Be with me, I believe you could help me achieve
Tats on my face, I got tats on my sleeve
I bang that red, but blue face my AP
Whip got exhaust, but I feel I'm exhausted
From grindin' all day to the night at the house
Lose a tooth, knock the truth if you open your mouth
Judge a book by it's cover, was hard made it soft
Infinity vision for competition, spin a bang on ceilin'
Probably caught me in the North
Know that they wish, 'cause they want to get me
I'm protected from tension, with a hundred some' rounds

Alexander McQueen scarf
Make it look like that I'm here from London
She want money, but I want her with me, 'til I'm burnin'
Leonardo DiCaprio, oh, oh, carry on my life

Double R life
Swervin' a Maybach to the store I need me some ice
Lil bro turn right (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fashions from London, imported myself
Jay on that boy, with a gun on my belt
On a plane to one jet to another, that's trauma
Still I be thuggin', I give it one care
Got the money, won't drive it, this moment is timeless
They copy, I'm shinin', I'm on it, I'm grindin'
He got caught in that North, he wasn't totin' the rocket
Got shot in his noggin, I heard it, I heard it
Foreign so big, turn, it's scrapin' the curb
Post in the bottom, I poke, I serve
Die for the county, they crossed it in curse
They ain't give me no words, I got it, no worries

Alexander McQueen scarf
Make it look like that I'm here from London
She want money, but I want her with me, 'til I'm burnin'
Leonardo DiCaprio, oh, oh, carry on my life

Timeless, head to toe
Word to word, song to song
Catch up, niggas

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Ben Lomond Mountain

Soon (Mhm, mhm)
Ma' I got a family
(Gangsta Grillz)

High inside the mountains, Salt Lake
Can you hear me from Ben Lomond (Ben Lomond)
Rocky, down the route that I take
All this money, I ain't never lonely

Hope you didn't lie when you said you were mine
She did, got me with dark eyes on a bright night
Bro gon' keep his pole if it cost his life
I can't get distracted, know it's tactic, prototype

Maybach Fordomatic, highspeed chase, I ain't with the hype
She gon' blow up me all night, 'til I come over or give in
She say all these things I did, made it, I'm the man I'm is
I don't need no help to raise the kids
Nah, mama, I'm a star
Saw it in the spot and I played with the toy
Come from the jungle, straight out the safari
Just like my brother, young nigga Matt Hardy
Go to the lot and cash out on a car
Don't even drive it, I don't show to no parties
Shorty play with my heart like she got a guitar
California persona, pull up in Ferrari
I want that set with the VVS stones
When brother come back, I designer my home
Baby mama I'm sorry, I'm Chanelin' my daughter
I might diamond her barrette, including her comb
Lord Father, I pray that my daddy come home
For some time Montana been holdin' me down
I see through the bullshit, now I'm with the view
With the affirm paint on the wall

High inside the mountains, Salt Lake
Can you hear me from Ben Lomond (Ben Lomond)
Rocky, down the route that I take (Rocky down)
All this money, I ain't never lonely

She told me that she go to Weber State
Grew inside the area by Ben Lomond
I told her train like that, don't break, don't lose faith
Stay with that money you will not be lonely
Rosetta, trendsetter, Jay-Z ain't no 'feller, created my way (Created my way)
Yeah, I be 'bout whatever, slow down for the better
Just stay out my face, no lecture like reverend
Cousin Meechy, that Kevin, he known for to break in your place
Dirty rod, I'm known for to stay with a Drac'
YoungBoy known for to make sure her heart break
Wonder if she can hear me from Ben Lomond
I'm on the mountain at the crib in Salt Lake
Stoner, I'm livin' my life like a loner
One hundred, I'm with it, whatever it take (Yeah)
Shorty bogus, her love fake, so I just put her in rotation (Yeah)
Chrome Heart for my son's shades, got GT still buy a Bentayga

High inside the mountains, Salt Lake
Can you hear me from Ben Lomond (Ben Lomond)
Rocky, down the route that I take
All this money, I ain't never lonely

Hope you didn't lie when you said you were mine
She did, got me with dark eyes on a bright night
Bro gon' keep his pole if it cost his life
I can't get distracted, know it's tactic, prototype

I been workin' so hard I ain't even notice nobody was sleepin' next to me
Ask me if I give a f*ck, 'cause this new money is keepin' me so cozy

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Kentrell Talk

Soon (Mhm, mhm)
Ma' I got a family
(Gangsta Grillz)
Man, honestly
I think, I think, I think the rap game, I think the rap game like just slowly like fadin' away
Like this shit gon' be over with
Like, it ain't gon' be the, the hot thing that it is, like
Really 'cause I say, I say like the fans, like, like, they expect this artist to be
They expectin' these people to be too real
And, like, at the end of the day, forgettin' this person is a human
Everyone woman got a flaw, every man got a flaw
So, basically, once somethin' go down
Oh, and this person probably ain't hold up how this nigga, how this nigga or how this women expected them to, so now they feel like he phony
So, boom, they move on to the next rapper and then the same thing go on
But, like, dawg, you expectin' these people to be too real
Like, they human, like the f*ck wrong with you?
And then you'll let 'em, let 'em pretend to you like, like they this or they that
I don't know like
Jason bitch, I rather ride in a Honda, you know I ain't lyin'

High inside the mountains, Salt Lake
Can you hear me from Ben Lomond (Ben Lomond)
Rocky, down the route that I take
All this money, I ain't never lonely

Hope you didn't lie when you said you were mine
She did, got me with dark eyes on a bright night
Bro gon' keep his pole if it cost his life
I can't get distracted, know it's tactic, prototype

Maybach Fordomatic, highspeed chase, I ain't with the hype
She gon' blow up me all night, 'til I come over or give in
She say all these things I did, made it, I'm the man I'm is
I don't need no help to raise the kids
Nah, mama, I'm a star
Saw it in the spot and I played with the toy
Come from the jungle, straight out the safari
Just like my brother, young nigga Matt Hardy
Go to the lot and cash out on a car
Don't even drive it, I don't show to no parties
Shorty play with my heart like she got a guitar
California persona, pull up in Ferrari
I want that set with the VVS stones
When brother come back, I designer my home
Baby mama I'm sorry, I'm Chanelin' my daughter
I might diamond her barrette, including her comb
Lord Father, I pray that my daddy come home
For some time Montana been holdin' me down
I see through the bullshit, now I'm with the view
With the affirm paint on the wall

High inside the mountains, Salt Lake
Can you hear me from Ben Lomond (Ben Lomond)
Rocky, down the route that I take (Rocky down)
All this money, I ain't never lonely

She told me that she go to Weber State
Grew inside the area by Ben Lomond
I told her train like that, don't break, don't lose faith
Stay with that money you will not be lonely
Rosetta, trendsetter, Jay-Z ain't no 'feller, created my way (Created my way)
Yeah, I be 'bout whatever, slow down for the better
Just stay out my face, no lecture like reverend
Cousin Meechy, that Kevin, he known for to break in your place
Dirty rod, I'm known for to stay with a Drac'
YoungBoy known for to make sure her heart break
Wonder if she can hear me from Ben Lomond
I'm on the mountain at the crib in Salt Lake
Stoner, I'm livin' my life like a loner
One hundred, I'm with it, whatever it take (Yeah)
Shorty bogus, her love fake, so I just put her in rotation (Yeah)
Chrome Heart for my son's shades, got GT still buy a Bentayga

High inside the mountains, Salt Lake
Can you hear me from Ben Lomond (Ben Lomond)
Rocky, down the route that I take
All this money, I ain't never lonely

Hope you didn't lie when you said you were mine
She did, got me with dark eyes on a bright night
Bro gon' keep his pole if it cost his life
I can't get distracted, know it's tactic, prototype

I been workin' so hard I ain't even notice nobody was sleepin' next to me
Ask me if I give a f*ck, 'cause this new money is keepin' me so cozy

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Sport Mode

Tourin', '22 Honda, it's a sport
Gettin' that money baby, hustlin' like a sport
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse, oh
Look at these girls, they more badder than we were, oh

Shorty a foreign, I turned up my taste
I'm in a foreign, I feel I want race
I keep it goin', when I need me a break
I'm only one person, so much I can take
I'm not a sponsor, so much I can say
If you wit' me then you keep it strong
F*ckin' police, they won't give me a break
They call me Top, and my a-list the same

I know you got it out for me girl
And you know I got a thing for you too
Baby, it's a dangerous world
But I know that you're dangerous too

Know I'm a gangster, as soon as I walk in I don't talk to nobody
Bringin' up bodies, I got that shit that'll blow out your body
How you been bleedin, slow, bitch you know
I got the money and baddest lil bitches inside of my home
This Maison Margiela, got on
It's so right, I could never be wrong

Tourin', '22 Honda, it's a sport
Gettin' that money baby, hustlin' like a sport
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse, oh
Look at these girls, they more badder than we were, oh

Oh, I want you, now you ain't got to do me like you do
I'm a million dollar nigga, what you want, give it to you (Slime)
I know you lovin' my fashion, I turn up you too, yea, yea
She for the street, man lil shorty got no home
But you know me, I turn her to a queen
Expensive the diamonds, I'm changin' the climate
I cover her body in brand new Celine, infinity
Life galore, chemistry, I got a hard history
Everything ain't 'bout a dollar, but I come from the bottom
You smellin' me?

Tourin', '22 Honda, it's a sport
Gettin' that money baby, hustlin' like a sport
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse, oh
Look at these girls, they more badder than we were, oh

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Pay Me

I don't be outside like y''all
I'm only there if a bag's involved
I rather stand in this bitch, let you hear me out ya speakers
(Ayy, Harto cooked this one up)
Gangsta Grillz

You're stuck, quit that lame shit, get to yo' galaxy (Oh, yea)
My suitors friendly, YoungBoy John Lennon
My foreigns ain't rented, I got guns in 'em
I secure the buildin', don't give a f*ck 'bout who up in it

Just tell 'em, "Pay me" (Yeah)
I'm on my shit, don't try to play me (Yeah)
Yo' ho want dick, tell her, "Pay me" (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch because they paid me (Yeah)
I'm on, I'm on, let's do it

Hundred racks, hundred racks, ran through it
Only given one chance, I blew it
I don't wan' meet no man, I'm good
I know that they just wan' see how I do it
Bodies put in Balenciaga, I f*ck up my 'hood (Uh)
Know that I run that money up, my trunk inside my hood (Uh)
Stolo, this a runner up, inside with stolen goods
Put him up, put him up, hit him with the Glock, young nigga
Lame ass boy better not try nothin'
Okay, okay, flood the whole block, young nigga
Tell him, "Hit the phone," he ain't got nothin' with him
What you gon' do? Big B, he pullin' up with it
Come outside, real fast he'll drop somethin' (Yeah)
Weak as ho ain't got nothin' (Yeah)
Strong ass nigga, he'll hop somethin'
Number one owner, I'll come out that window
"Bu-du-du-du-du," I done shot somethin' (Yeah)
I got that stick for to clear out the street
Fresher than ivory, movin' this green
Study my stats, I'm BOP
Celine, Celine
We unseal the lean, Codine
30 something' karat her ring (Yeah)
No meet and greet, I'm mean
Hold on again, Celine, Celine
That's sippin' lean, Codine
That's all that I need
Never I'll trip 'bout a thing
He say that he family, I know he ain't loyal to me
But, he f*ck with them niggas, I'm guessin' he think that they go harder than me
Galaxy, time of life, this the place to be
I got scars all on my body, but got McQueen all on my feet
I'm a new emperor groove Kuzco
I'm your highness, all hail YB
Nigga you a gangsta, always real
Don't be fake like shit I see

They gon' pay me (Yeah)
I'm on my shit, don't try to play me (Yeah)
Yo' ho want dick, tell her, "Pay me" (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch because they paid me (Yeah)
I'm on, I'm on, let's do it

From the back get to grippin', get to it
When she told me, "Go harder," I did it
I ain't foolin' around with these lames
I'm with the realest young niggas up in it
I'm with the youngins that shoot up the city
They know that the police probably close than a minute
Don't give no f*ck, they catchin' that K
Put the burner up then they changin' they linen
Her body exotic
Slime in the Maybach, bounce like it got hydraulics
Hottie, thottie, lookin' for narcotics
She wan' take some Oxys, that's a shame
G6 get her right, baby come and ride on top my plane
I can't sleep at night, f*cked up, I got money on my brain

They gon' pay me (Yeah)
I'm on my shit, don't try to play me (Yeah)
Yo' ho want dick, tell her, "Pay me" (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch because they paid me (Yeah)
I'm on, I'm on, let's do it

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All The Problems

(It's a DP beat)

When you call me, I'm smokin' on gas
I was getting high, you already know that
Just me and her ridin' in a Scat Pack
Totin' on straps, and you know I'll blow that
Bro want me to buy him a Maybach
I ain't tell him, "No," man, you already know that
Shawty want me for to hold her down, why would I do that? She gon' leave my ass
I need a Bentley on some Forgiattos
She want me to sponsor, she ain't nothin' but an IG model
I need more millions, we want all the problems
Bro'nem tote revolvers, ain't no need for crimestoppers

'Cause ain't none stoppin', let's get it poppin'
I got big knots and they stuffed all in my pocket
Plenty hitters with me, and she knowin' how I'm rockin'
Porsches and they all big bodies
Not once I pushed a clock-in
Mhm, lame cake, she for me
If I vibe with your ho, she gon' sleep with me
Symphony, see what the rhythm bring, I got the remedy
To that backdoor and
Youngin going through the window with a gat on him
Tryna steal a TV or a video game, they ain't feelin' his pain, he been hungry
And nobody ain't wanna throw a pack on him
No hustlers they ain't tryna be 'round
No muscle, he ain't even got a gun on him
Got 'em like, "Why the f*ck he even staying around?"
Sitting duck when it go down, might die
I'm with Herm and you knowin' that he keep fire
Red flag and you knowin' that I bang 5
I be higher than you think, take one, try it

When you call me, I'm smokin' on gas
I was getting high, you already know that
Just me and her ridin' in a Scat Pack
Totin' on straps, and you know I'll blow that
Bro want me to buy him a Maybach
I ain't tell him, "No," man, you already know that
Shawty want me for to hold her down, why would I do that? She gon' leave my ass
I need a Bentley on some Forgiattos
She want me to sponsor, she ain't nothin' but an IG model
I need more millions, we want all the problems
Bro'nem tote revolvers, ain't no need for crimestoppers

All this hard work
All this dedication, all this consistency
All these hours we grind to get to the top
Just to be ruled by all these problems
Y'all niggas ain't been through what we been through
And tried too many times to take it from me
And we still here
YB, DJ Drama

---

Chose

(Drama)
God chose this for us (Oh-oh-oh)
(Ooh)
Dramatic, nigga
(D-Roc)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Uh, yeah, yeah

Hermès everythin' grown
One million in duffle, one million cologne
Kick her up out of my home, she too medicated
I ain't feelin that, no
Patek on bottom of the Cartier bracelets
Got to put that shit on, go, ooh (Ooh)

Come out the top and I shoot, uh (Ooh)
Check how I'm countin' this loot (Ooh)
Turnin' up so bad they know I'm chose

Yeah, I want the money, the power, you keep the respect
Just don't get hit with the TEC
I got the bitch ridin' 'round in the front with the check
Know she be givin' me neck
Jewelry wrapped, keepin' that stick, ridin' 'round
Catch a opp and hop out playin' hockey, woah
Got a purple nose, look like I made the honor roll
Kickin' this shit, she don't like I got my own
You expose that you a bitch, leave me 'lone (Ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Pick it up, go right back out in a minute
YoungBoy, slimiest menace
Check how I do it, the fool get pitted (Ooh)

Come out the top and I shoot, uh (Ooh)
Check how I'm countin' this loot (Ooh)
Turnin' up so bad they know I'm chose (Top, Top)

Top, they know that I'm chosen
I'm on her, just give me a Trojan
From the back to the side, got her posin'
Everyday watches, Pateks' and Rollies, don't correct me, Patek's
Bitch, take a shot at my neck
I ain't even tryna flip, that's a whole 'nother check
That's a whole new 'Vette, I'm drivin' these Astons, don't mind my lineup
Hundred grand tucked in my sweats, sprinter van filled with her friends (Uh)
Walk out the party, then jump on the jet
I'm f*ckin' her more, the more the best
Skeet on her breast, bitch I'm a mess
She a Cadet, I am a vet', I ain't doin' no stress
Ho I'm turned up, I'm turned up, you see?
Leave me
Please, don't break our privacy
Fiend, you fiend, behind lesser things
Chosen, like they close to me
Like I am not worth anything (Gangsta Grillz)
Uh

Hermès everythin' grown
One million in duffle, one million cologne
Kick her up out of my home, she too medicated
I ain't feelin that, no
Patek on bottom of the Cartier bracelets
Got to put that shit on, go, ooh (Ooh)

Come out the top and I shoot, uh (Ooh)
Check how I'm countin' this loot (Ooh)
Turnin' up so bad they know I'm chose (Yeah)

---

Rose Gold

Uh, tell them niggas stay out my way, I'm good
Tell 'em I don't need no award, I'm 'hood
Ho wan' f*ck, tell the bitch, "Let's do it"
Rolls Royce umbrella, she thought they were canes
Jump in a Bentley, I jump off a plain
Swervin' that Phantom, still duckin' the cams
I'm the shit, f*ck a Pamper, they bring up my name
Not wearin' white, everything rose gold
Got another nigga ho tryna take my soul
Put in the Patek and it came two-tone
Cartier bracelets with Jacob & Co
Sit up and cope
Hopin' it's plain jane, keep a nigga heart cold, woah
F*ck nigga want you to say you want smoke
F*ck on these hoes and they fresh like the Pope

Shoot with the Glock like I'm Ja
Global, don't need no WiFi
She know I ain't doin' shit for hundred thousand
F*ck 'em, go tell 'em I'm hot now
I waited to blow, I popped now
One million dollars, I'm turnin' it down
One hundred million, I'm chasin' it down
Controllin' my business inside of my home
Rich nigga, Bentley sittin' dead 'cause nobody drive it round
Case in the feds and I'm waitin' for his call
Celine, color red lookin' like he sellin' pounds
Jimmy Choo granted, my AP is matchin'
My shorts got 'em both in the color of brown
Hold up, know the whole thing rose gold
Sit and I think, I'm just watchin' her tone
Makin' [?] 'cus lil ho I ain't regular
F*ck 'em, it don't make a difference because they ain't scared of us
Every contestant, I buried 'em
We're laughin' everytime they say they head of us
Grind all day, I don't do no clubbin'
Pushin' who button, it'll turn out ugly
Remember I said only you can trust me
Know I'm cutthroat, slime, just like my cousin

Uh, tell them niggas stay out my way, I'm good
Tell 'em I don't need no award, I'm 'hood
Ho wan' f*ck, tell the bitch, "Let's do it"
Rolls Royce umbrella, she thought they were canes
Jump in a Bentley, I jump off a plain
Swervin' that Phantom, still duckin' the cams
I'm the shit, f*ck a Pamper, they bring up my name
Not wearin' white, everything rose gold
Got another nigga ho tryna take my soul
Put in the Patek and it came two-tone
Cartier bracelets with Jacob & Co
Sit up and cope
Hopin' it's plain jane, keep a nigga heart cold, woah
F*ck nigga want you to say you want smoke
F*ck on these hoes and they fresh like the Pope

Gangsta Grillz

---

I Admit

(feat. Nicki Minaj)

(Yung Lan on the track)
DJ Drama
Kentrell
Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty
YoungBoy, are you ready?

Give no care 'bout who you f*ck, she know I'm a gangster (Grr, grr, grr)
I flash out bad, I don't care who in here, now, girl bring yo' ass here
You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (Ooh)
I admit you got that, "Ooh-ooh" (Ooh-ooh)
And I like the way you do, ooh (You do, ooh)
Needed you from the start, but only if you knew
Gon' make sure you shine, sometime I lie
Babygirl, you know I'm slime

Prove to me that you're solid
You want my heart, girl, you got it (Oh, na, na)
It never gon' matter what they challenge me
Wish you standin' on side of me
She know I'm gang-bangin' violent
And know I got plenty bodies
Run to the stage, YoungBoy in the buildin'
Got the bag in, time to turn up this shit
Hit 'em both straight, I ain't got no limp
Stay intact, it don't matter how hard it get
I'ma buy both, ain't no hardest pick
Tryin' hard for the slump, I'm gon' need no attempt
Steady keepin' my head, I'm on top of the rim
I been breathin' and dyin', she want me to live, yeah
She know, put this money aside and put it on (Woah-oh)
I would hate to see you run, I want you here with me now
And never for the go

Give no care 'bout who you f*ck, she know I'm a gangster (Grr, grr, grr)
I flash out bad, I don't care who in here, now, girl bring yo' ass here
You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (Ooh)
I admit you got that, "Ooh-ooh" (Ooh-ooh)
And I like the way you do, ooh (You do, ooh)
Needed you from the start, but only if you knew
Gon' make sure you shine, sometime I lie
Babygirl, you know I'm slime

I know you slime, I know you ain't lackin', you violent
Them niggas ran down on yo' homie, now you slidin'
If I don't pick up when you call, you gon' be wildin'
But, I just pray you make it home
Ayy, yo, and we still on that get-back
Poppin' chains, don't give shit back
Backshots get that grip back
Go down, get yo' lick back
Real niggas don't play with a bad bitch, he ain't finna risk that
Soon as I give it to him, he finna get my name on his next tat'
Go against me, where your suicide letter?
Bitch wanna kill theyself, then I let her
Soon as he say it's go-time, I get her
Told that bitch, "Bow down," when I met her
You a amateur, ho, I'm in the league
Point guard, tongue out, oh, look at the speed
I don't lick the rims on shots, I all net her
Jumpshot wetter, NBA better (Gangsta Grillz)

NBA better, NBA better, NBA YoungBoy better (This is a public service announcement)
It ain't no question (Do not be alarmed)
Ain't no discussion, yeah, they know YoungBoy better (Yeah, they know YoungBoy)

Give no care 'bout who you f*ck, she know I'm a gangster (Grr, grr, grr)
I flash out bad, I don't care who in here, now, girl bring yo' ass here
You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (Ooh)
I admit you got that, "Ooh-ooh" (Ooh-ooh)
And I like the way you do, ooh (You do, ooh)
Needed you from the start, but only if you knew
Gon' make sure you shine, sometime I lie
Babygirl, you know I'm slime

I know you slime, I know you mine
And everytime you with me, bitches be cryin'
I know you lyin', I let you slide
It's Queen Sleeze, in the forty with me, that bitch'll die

---

Change on Me

(BJ on one)
You know what's crazy, I changed for you
You didn't think it was possible, only for you to change on me
(D-Roc)

Did I stay down with you just for you to change on me?
I ain't give my all for you to just up and change on me

Look, pull up on me, you know I can't leave
Gettin' to that green, ain't nothin' to me
Everything 'bout you be one of a kind
Whenever I leave, I keep you with me
Leave back, Mercedes Benz flow
No friends, I chase this dough (Ooh, woah)
When I peep, I see you the closest I been to my tide
Feelin' like the world on me
And they can't seem to see who I'm
Who was workin' so that I can be?
You don't love me, I don't care what you say
I be beefin', I don't care 'bout no peace
Dave died, [?]

Come and let me hug me in front of my fireplace (Oh-oh)
Conversation 'bout shit that the blogs say (Yeah, yeah)
You tell me, "Don't worry, it'll be okay" (Okay)
Ask me 'bout a bitch and it went the wrong way
Keepin' my calm when these people come 'round
It be makin' me not want to be out
Changin' my fashion, go up echelon
Swag the highest, it'll never come down
Smokin on somethin' to strong for me
Heart feel like that it's gon' fall (Yeah)
I don't even trip, I repeatedly chief [?]
I roll up another right now
I'ma go pour me some drink up right now
I was the one who they tried to hold down
I was the rose that grew out the ground
Double R truck and I paid three-fifty
I'ma forever put-on for the Nawf
When he [?], I'ma lift-up for my dawg
Laid through the night, you the one that I call
I'm ready whenever you wanna get serious

Did I stay down with you just for you to change on me?
I ain't give my all for you to just up and change on me

This that pain
Rolls Royce umbrella to get through the rain
Flooded AP, it ain't givin' no time
Life's short, I don't wanna sing
Don't care 'bout that money, I'm turnin' it down
She bad, s o you know I turn her up
'Fore the night end, know that I'm turnin' her 'round
I hate that she can't hold in the sound
Know that she been out across the town

Look, pull up on me, you know I can't leave
Gettin' to that green, ain't nothin' to me
Everything 'bout you be one of a kind
Whenever I leave, I keep you with me
Leave back, Mercedes Benz flow
No friends, I chase this dough (Ooh, woah)
When I peep, I see you the closest I been to my tide
Feelin' like the world on me
And they can't seem to see who I'm
Who was workin' so that I can be?
You don't love me, I don't care what you say
I be beefin', I don't care 'bout no peace
Dave died, [?]

Did I stay down with you just for you to change on me?
I ain't give my all for you to just up and change on me

Gangsta Grillz
Ma', I got a family, I had to change for 'em
YB, Drama, legendary

---

King of the Jungle

Dramatic nigga
Let's just compare the rap game to the jungle
When we come through (17)
A power been on my chest like king kong (Ayy, ayy, hahahaha)
These other niggas turnin' us up (D-Roc)
Gangsta Grillz

Now, I'm ready to rumble, I'm the king of the jungle (YB)
I just enter the game and I'm goin' half time with a whole lot of points
I ain't finish school, mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took time off for to change my faith
Fugazy, that's all that I'm seein' these days
My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
Control the compound and buy a new house
Oh, it is?
Got a [?]
Real deal slime, let me tell you 'bout it (Oh, oh)
My carpet Roberto Cavalli (Let's do it)
I stay with that syrup in my body (Let's do it)
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble (I can't)
That's a whole lot of blue money (All mine)

Can't forget I sent the same on a ring
She never one by herself bought a thing
She want Celine, and that's just a small thing
Havin' it, tappin' it, bought a four matic key
Fresh as night, I pull up in a brand-new fit
Fresh as f*ck, I look like that I'm servin' Kis
Stay with the piece came from chasin' my dream
Now, I'm livin' this shit, got more water than sea
Got more tardy's than me, how the f*ck you expect you're better?
I'ma slime they ass down, I'm a real stepper
Real main man when you comin' from the street
Same amount of cars as the tax company
Get off house arrest, in the Nawf I'll be, in the Nawf I'll die
I ain't with the facade
In my grand-daddy house, but he moved out
There, I'll forever reside
Put the sticks in the yard

Now, I'm ready to rumble, I'm the king of the jungle
I just enter the game and I'm goin' half time with a whole lot of points
I ain't finish school, mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took time off for to change my faith
Fugazy, that's all that I'm seein' these days
My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
Control the compound and buy a new house
Oh, it is?
Got a [?]
Real deal slime, let me tell you 'bout it (Oh, oh)
My carpet Roberto Cavalli (Let's do it)
I stay with that syrup in my body (Let's do it)
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble (I can't)
That's a whole lot of blue money (All mine)

Cavalli my carpets, Chanel in my sheets
Shiny lil' finish, spend racks on a piece
I ain't talkin' 'bout jewelry, my nigga
I'm talkin' 'bout all them just watchin' my value increase
King of my home, all hail to me
At the crib, as you see that my lil' girl bring me peace
I came up, I achieved
I roll up, and I chief
Stay on top of they necks so they [?] can't breath
Majesty, I'm you highness
Diamonds, I rock the finest
Eight thousand square feet, can't find me
What the f*ck, tryna find where my mind went
No miles on the Bentley, ain't no need for to drive
At the dirt bike trail [?]
I'm alone, I ain't friendly, I ain't tryna be ya partner
All red everything, all B's in the castle

Now, I'm ready to rumble, I'm the king of the jungle
I just enter the game and I'm goin' half time with a whole lot of points
I ain't finish school, mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took time off for to change my faith
Fugazy, that's all that I'm seein' these days
My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
Control the compound and buy a new house
Oh, it is?
Got a [?]
Real deal slime, let me tell you 'bout it (Oh, oh)
My carpet Roberto Cavalli (Let's do it)
I stay with that syrup in my body (Let's do it)
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble (I can't)
That's a whole lot of blue money (All mine)

Gangsta Grillz
These niggas be tellin' false tails
Lion kings, you not seein' YB in the jungle

---

I Don't Text Back

(feat. Yeat)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
I upgraded my linen, huh, DOP, I don't do no simpin', uh
I really don't want you up inside my mentions (Ayo Bans, what you cooking?)
Get inside, I start diggin', huh, know you feelin' my inside your kidneys
I had to grind and it take me a minute
They was talkin' 'bout me 'cause my clothes was dingy
Hand-me-downs, I used to wear from my cousin
I used to ride up to slimes in the Pontiac
I got this shit in position, I'm quarterback
Pendants I put 'round my neck, make a Cartier
Cartier watch, it's not even a starter pack
All in my sleep, I get stack after stack

I get the money like that
Huh, hit it from her back, she like that
Hit me trippin', I don't even text back
Lookin', new clothes, just pickin', tryna turn up my swag
I want the money like that
I'm gon' get it, watch how quick I come back (Wow, wow, wow)
I get the money like that
They wan' see my swag, gettin' to the bag
No jet lag, straight like that

[Yeat:]
(Huh, huh) Uh
I mix the Oxy' with X, bitch, I'm booted like, "Uh" (Uh, uh)
Swervin' that day, but then bitch, I'm gon' crank up like, "Huh"
I got some twizzies, they crazy, they kill you, they get you like, "Huh-huh-huh"
I made a mill' every day of this week, bitch, I'm rich, like, "Um-hmm" (Shh, shh, shh)
I'm in the swerve, I'm in the frog-eyed Bentley (Skrrt)
I'm at the top of this shit like I'm Big Ole pimpin' (Yeah, pimpin')
You broke, lil' bitch, we in the big boy league, you still countin' them pennies (Bitch)
I was just talkin' to God, I'll fly with the birds, I'll fly with the cranes
I was just talkin' to demon, he told me "Go get it," he told me, "It's endless" (Heartless)
I'm not your friend, your twizz', your cousin, listen, no, I'm not friendly
I just been booted up for like sixty days, bitch, you know I been heavenly (Booted up)
And you know that's why I do not reply, lil' bitch, so why is you textin' me?

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
I get the money like that
Huh, hit it from her back, she like that
Hit me trippin', I don't even text back
Lookin', new clothes, just pickin', tryna turn up my swag
I want the money like that
I'm gon' get it, watch how quick I come back (Wow, wow, wow)
I get the money like that
They wan' see my swag, gettin' to the bag
No jet lag, straight like that

---

Act A Fool

Mr. Thanksgiving
YoungBoy (6lement)
Gangsta Grillz

They like "Woo," huh-uh, you not no fool (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Know I'm on drink, but you know I don't lack, I got my tool (You know I got my tool)
Shawty new-new, I want her friend too (New-new)
That's a new coupe, I drive on jiggaboos (On X and I'm loaded)

Dope in the speaker, he found him a way for to get it
He did it all off of digital
I keep it exquisite, I'm straight from the trenches
We leavin' no witness whenever we get at you
Flooded with diamonds, I call that ho Pikachu
Prayer beads, it look like I do rituals
Bentley keys, told 'em, "F*ck him, go get his crew"
'Cause you already know what them hitters do
Rich ass nigga and he got yo' ho (Got yo' ho), flooded my diamonds on top of these bitches
I wanna f*ck in the side of the Rolls, put that on Dave, I ain't buyin' no Fendi
Leave him one, stretched up inside of the city
Stunt on yo' ho, I got Goyard in millions
I got them diamonds, they look like strawberries
They said that they shinin' on top of my [?]

They like "Woo," huh-uh, you not no fool (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Know I'm on drink, but you know I don't lack, I got my tool (You know I got my tool)
Shawty new-new, I want her friend too (Shawty new)
That's a new coupe, I drive on jiggaboos

Love her, f*ck her, cuff, and thuggin' that ho
Pull up in Honda, then they shoot at the door
Cousin Skully'll gun him
They think that P Yungin the devil (The devil)
This ho wanna give me her soul (Her soul)
Bangin' green through the day I'm a stepper (Grave Digger)
Alexander McQueen, that Maison Margiela
Want squash, you go talk to the reverend

Be like "Woo," huh-uh, you not no fool (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Know I'm on drink, but you know I don't lack, I got my tools (You know I got my tool)
Shawty new-new, I want her friend too (Shawty new)
That's a new coupe, I drive on jiggaboos
They like, "Woo" (Gangsta Grillz)

I ain't gon lie (They like, "Woo")
I been actin' a fool out here
Now they don't wanna let me back in
But guess what (They like, "Woo")
I still got the combination (Uh, uh)
Who be lettin' all these wack niggas in these days anyway?
Welp, I guess I gotta be gatekeeper again (Uh, uh)
Hahaha (Uh, uh)
DJ Drama! (Uh, uh)

---

Kick It

And like that, it's been a pleasure
(ForeignGotEm)
We gone
Gangsta Grillz

Mhm, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (Oh, yeah)
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (Oh, yeah)
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (Oh, yeah)

Right now I'm up and focused, this a Plain Jane Rollie
This Maybach my trophy
Legendary like Kobe
I want her, she bogus
She leave me, no notice
They gon' never understand me, what my mama told me

So, I won't never show no love (Uh-uh-uh)
Know I can't get weak for somethin'
I'm leavin' once it's done
Puttin' nothin' but ganja in my lungs
I'm tryna heal my pain, I just got crossed and it burns
I lost my love but it's okay though
Cause I feel good
Shawty stickin' on my side
Yeah, right as she should
Tryna keep my head up, yeah
Tryna go somewhere where the blood don't do no shedding
Hold on, kick it, rich bitch on Sunset
Probably on her sixth Benz
Who speak? I just say, "Hi," to 'em
Probably wonderin' how I been
Wake up and dress myself, don't need no stylist (No, no)
I'mma bring this shit out, if I wear it, I fit it
Polo trunks can't fit these riches
We can go all night got too many bitches
I ain't worried 'bout that, probably stressed 'bout business
Got my gun on sight in a Benihana kitchen
I don't even eat this, Ben came here fishin'
From the Nawf to my house with a pool, he living
On the Dro all night, she gon' stand up limpin'
See my drink, I ain't leavin' I'ma still keep sippin'
She a target, ain't want her, I'ma steady keep missin'

Mhm, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (Oh, yeah)
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (Oh, yeah, Legendary)
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (Oh, yeah)

Right now I'm up and focused, this a Plain Jane Rollie
This Maybach my trophy
Legendary like Kobe (YB)
I'm want her, she bogus
She leave me, no notice
They gon' never understand me, what my mama told me (They didn't want this to happen)

Oh, my, God
This was like [?], watch him come next
Suckers